I Did Not See

Wrapped up in my thoughts I did not see The sunlight on the leaves,the russet tree. I did not see the berries and the birds Are they quiet, or is it I’ve not heard? Far away yet not in reverie No guide nor light appeared nor called to me I smelled the damp green leaves I could not see Entangled in the knots of wacky words I lost my mind in wondering what you meant In all those notes you never thought nor penned The angst,the tortured ego off its throne The knife that cuts, the breaking of the bones